Renee Ransom

Renee Ransom Sep 2013

To the one who brightens my day.
To the one keeps me warm.
To the one who glows brighter
than anything.

To the one who surrounds me in their light.
To MY Sunshine

I love you.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

"The Sacred Bond."

You stood before man.
Before God.
And you swore,
To love eachother.
Protect one another.

What happened?

You argue.
Spew venom into each and
Every insult.
Hurl words into eachothers faces.
Clawing at their self esteem.
Dragging them down.
Down with you on a level
That is highly impossible to return from.

So much for *"honor and love"

I feel like there could be more put into this...

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Pearl..

She was strong.
She was confident.
She had it all.

Until you came along.

You ripped her apart.
Tore her heart up piece
By piece.

She used to be the wind to trees.
Now she's still, barley moving.

She was someones world.
Now she's the dirt beneath your feet.

She was a free spirit.
Now she jumps at her shadow.

She was a pearl,
Now?
She's not even a grain of sand.

*Congrats, *******.

As you can see, I like to base poems off of songs... Mainly just practice for me.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

My Best Friend's Poem

The crinkle of your eyes
When your lips curl
Makes me feel
Like I am home

-Mitch

My best friend wrote this. And I wanted you all to know how amazing a writer she is!!!

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Extreme Measures.

She was a sweet straight A student.
She was quite and an intravert.
But she lacked friends.

She wanted to fit in so bad.
And she took extreme measures.

She dyed her hair.
She pored on make up.
She started showing of her ***** and ***.
She shattered her innocence by sleeping with
The first man she could.

She went from a sweet shy girl to a royal *****.

But hey.
At least she's "popular".
At least she has "friends"

She finally done it.
She got everything she "wanted".

*kay soooooo NOT one of my best. but i wanted to write something along these lines. let me know what you think!* :)

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Pretty On The Outside

Boys want her.
Girls envy her.
Kids worship her.

All because of her looks.
All because her dimples are deep.
Her teeth are straight and gleam.
Her eyes are clear and sparkly.
Her hair is long and shiny.

But no one sees the inside.
They don't see the pain she hides.
Don't see the tears she holds back.
No one sees her loneliness.

They don't take the time to ask.
They just assume she's alright.
All because she's pretty on the outside.

I kinda used the bullet for my valentine "Pretty on the Outside" but twisted it a bit.

Renee Ransom Apr 2013

Home Of The Fighting Tigers.

We are the "Fighting Tigers".
Sure.
We fight, all right.
But not in the way others think.

We fight with our fists.
An for the stupidest reasons you could think of.
"Oh, *****! You ****** my man! Imma beat ya *** now!"

Seriously?
You're in highschool.
Not MTV.

Here's what they say about tigers,
"tigers are perhaps the most emotional of the big cats. They react to stimulation of any type to a greater degree than do other species"

Says a lot about us.
Such a drama filled school.
Reacting to the littlest things.

Such as a smack on the arm.

We're highschool.
Not Pre-K.

These people make me ashamed to be apart of this school.

Pants sagging below their butts.
Talking like you're in kindergarten.
No wait.
They talk better than you.

Women degrading their bodies.
Having *** before they turn 15.
Dressing so their **** are overflowing from their shirts.
Threatening to bust out of their too small shirts.

Yup, for such an amazing animal,
We act much les than that.

We sure are, "The Fighting Tigers"

For the information on tigers I used for this poem, here's the link, http://www.louisdorfman.com/species/tigers.html